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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 2, 2009 22:59:49 GMT -5
[[Since I don't know whose dead and not, I'll skip the naming lives and stuff]]
Fireheart was not only nervous, but he thought he might die if StarClan did not accept him. After all, how many rules were being broken now? I mean, Bluestar had waited a moon before electing him Deputy, and a kittypet none the less. So many other, better cats. Better than him. So why him?
With a sigh, he reached out delicately. The moonstone was cold, and sent a strong shiver down his back. He curled up, nose pressed firmly against the cold stone, and fell asleep. Sleep did not come instantly, but soon enough. He was surrounded by starry figures, more amazing than he had imagined. He smiled a little as the first cat approached, and knew at once he was accepted.
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